"If these pieces/ glimpses/ points in review could be molded into
popular songs (happily they resist) I'd buy every CD. Method is a spoken
nightscape, a starry, commiserating agent between Bronk and Creeley, a
dry-eyed testimonial of ambivalent standing between our incurable existential
awareness and bottomless communal longing. Salerno puts a clearheaded
list of key words in circulation and returns to us a plenary of mostly
single-sentence poems, a cavalcade of impeccably broken lines, not forgetting
the invisible crack in everything. What little caviling goes on is directed
at the poet acaviling. He is, in all modesty and honesty, 'just doing
his job'-insuring that what we really think, and what we actually say,
is a tight fit."